[Scene Eighth.The countrie-side; Fresingfield.]

Miles.Ecce asinum mundi fugura[1377]rotundi,Neat, sheat[1378]and fine, as briske as a cup of wine.45

Miles.Ecce asinum mundi fugura[1377]rotundi,

Neat, sheat[1378]and fine, as briske as a cup of wine.45

Burden.What are you?

Raphe.I am, father doctor, as a man would say, the belwether of this company: these are my lords, and I the Prince of Wales.

Clement.Are you Edward, the kings sonne?49

Raphe.Sirra Miles, bring hither the tapster that drue the wine,and, I warrant, when they see how soundly I have broke his head, theile say twas done by no lesse man than a prince.

Mason.I cannot believe that this is the Prince of Wales.

Warren.And why so, sir?

Mason.For they say the prince is a brave & a wise gentleman.

War.Why, and thinkest thou, doctor, that he is not so?56Darst thou detract and derogat from him,Being so lovely and so brave a youth?Ermsbie.Whose face, shining with many a sugred smile,Bewraies that he is bred of princely race.60Miles.And yet, maister doctor, to speake like a proctor,And tell unto you what is veriment and true:To cease of this quarrell, looke but on his apparell;Then marke but my talis, he is great Prince of Walis,The cheef of ourgregis, andfilius regis:65Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white[1379]son.

War.Why, and thinkest thou, doctor, that he is not so?56Darst thou detract and derogat from him,Being so lovely and so brave a youth?

War.Why, and thinkest thou, doctor, that he is not so?56

Darst thou detract and derogat from him,

Being so lovely and so brave a youth?

Ermsbie.Whose face, shining with many a sugred smile,Bewraies that he is bred of princely race.60

Ermsbie.Whose face, shining with many a sugred smile,

Bewraies that he is bred of princely race.60

Miles.And yet, maister doctor, to speake like a proctor,And tell unto you what is veriment and true:To cease of this quarrell, looke but on his apparell;Then marke but my talis, he is great Prince of Walis,The cheef of ourgregis, andfilius regis:65Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white[1379]son.

Miles.And yet, maister doctor, to speake like a proctor,

And tell unto you what is veriment and true:

To cease of this quarrell, looke but on his apparell;

Then marke but my talis, he is great Prince of Walis,

The cheef of ourgregis, andfilius regis:65

Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white[1379]son.

Raphe.Doctors, whose doting nightcaps[1380]are not capable of my ingenious dignitie, know that I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you displease will[1381]make a shippe that shall hold all your colleges, and so carrie away the niniversity with a fayre wind to the Banke-side in Southwarke.—How sayst thou, Ned Warraine, shall I not do it?72

Warren.Yes, my good lord; and, if it please your lordship, I wil gather up all your old pantophles, and with the corke[1382]make you a pinnis of five-hundred tunne, that shall serve the turne marvellous well, my lord.76

Ermsbie.And I, my lord, will have pioners to undermine the towne, that the very gardens and orchards be carried away for your summer-walkes.

Miles.And, I, withscientiaand greatdiligentia,80Will conjure and charme, to keepe you from harme;Thatutrum horum mavis, your very greatnavis,Like Bartlets[1383]ship, from Oxford do skipWith colleges and schooles, full loaden with fooles.Quid dices ad hoc, worshipfullDomineDawcocke?[1384]85Clement.Why, harebraind courtiers, are you drunke or mad,To taunt us with such scurilitie?Deeme you us men of base and light esteeme,To bring us such a fop for Henries son?—Call out the beadl[e]s and convay them hence90Straight to Bocardo:[1385]let the roisters lieClose clapt in bolts, untill their wits be tame.

Miles.And, I, withscientiaand greatdiligentia,80

Will conjure and charme, to keepe you from harme;

Thatutrum horum mavis, your very greatnavis,

Like Bartlets[1383]ship, from Oxford do skip

With colleges and schooles, full loaden with fooles.

Quid dices ad hoc, worshipfullDomineDawcocke?[1384]85

Clement.Why, harebraind courtiers, are you drunke or mad,To taunt us with such scurilitie?Deeme you us men of base and light esteeme,To bring us such a fop for Henries son?—Call out the beadl[e]s and convay them hence90Straight to Bocardo:[1385]let the roisters lieClose clapt in bolts, untill their wits be tame.

Clement.Why, harebraind courtiers, are you drunke or mad,

To taunt us with such scurilitie?

Deeme you us men of base and light esteeme,

To bring us such a fop for Henries son?—

Call out the beadl[e]s and convay them hence90

Straight to Bocardo:[1385]let the roisters lie

Close clapt in bolts, untill their wits be tame.

Ermsbie.Why, shall we to prison, my lord?

Raphe.What saist, Miles, shall I honour the prison with my presence?95

Miles.No, no: out with your blades, and hamper these jades;Have a flurt and a crash, now play revell dash,And teach these sacerdos that the Bocardos,Like pezzants and elves, are meet for themselves.[1386]Mason.To the prison with them, constable.100Warren.Well, doctors, seeing I have sported meWith laughing at these mad and merrie wagges,Know that Prince Edward is at Brazennose,And this, attired like the Prince of Wales,Is Raphe, King Henries only loved foole;105I, Earle of Sussex,[1387]and this Ermsbie,One of the privie chamber to the king;Who, while the prince with Frier Bacon staies,Have revel'd it in Oxford as you see.Mason.My lord, pardon us, we knew not what you were:110But courtiers may make greater skapes than these.Wilt please your honour dine with me to-day?

Miles.No, no: out with your blades, and hamper these jades;

Have a flurt and a crash, now play revell dash,

And teach these sacerdos that the Bocardos,

Like pezzants and elves, are meet for themselves.[1386]

Mason.To the prison with them, constable.100

Warren.Well, doctors, seeing I have sported meWith laughing at these mad and merrie wagges,Know that Prince Edward is at Brazennose,And this, attired like the Prince of Wales,Is Raphe, King Henries only loved foole;105I, Earle of Sussex,[1387]and this Ermsbie,One of the privie chamber to the king;Who, while the prince with Frier Bacon staies,Have revel'd it in Oxford as you see.

Warren.Well, doctors, seeing I have sported me

With laughing at these mad and merrie wagges,

Know that Prince Edward is at Brazennose,

And this, attired like the Prince of Wales,

Is Raphe, King Henries only loved foole;105

I, Earle of Sussex,[1387]and this Ermsbie,

One of the privie chamber to the king;

Who, while the prince with Frier Bacon staies,

Have revel'd it in Oxford as you see.

Mason.My lord, pardon us, we knew not what you were:110But courtiers may make greater skapes than these.Wilt please your honour dine with me to-day?

Mason.My lord, pardon us, we knew not what you were:110

But courtiers may make greater skapes than these.

Wilt please your honour dine with me to-day?

Warren.I will, maister doctor, and satisfie the vintner for his hurt; only I must desire you to imagine him[1388]all the forenoon the Prince of Wales.115

Mason.I will, sir.

Raphe.And upon that I will lead the way; onely I will have Miles go before me, because I have heard Henrie say that wisedome must go before majestie.

Exeunt omnes.

EnterPrince Edwardwith his poiniard in his hand,Lacie,andMargret.[1389]

Edward.Lacie, thou canst not shroud thy traitrous thoughts,Nor cover, as did Cassius, all his[1390]wiles;For Edward hath an eye that lookes as farreAs Lyncœus from the shores of Grecia.Did not I sit in Oxford by the frier,5And see thee court the mayd of Fresingfield,Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kisse?Did not prowd Bungay draw his portasse foorth,And joyning hand in hand had married you,If Frier Bacon had not strook him dumbe,10And mounted him upon a spirits backeThat we might chat at Oxford with the frier?Traitor, what answerst? is not all this true?Lacy.Truth all, my lord; and thus I make replie:At Harlstone faire, there courting for your grace,15When as mine eye survaid her curious shape,And drewe the beautious glory of her looksTo dive into the center of my heart,Love taught me that your honour did but jest,That princes were in fancie but as men;20How that the lovely maid of FresingfieldWas fitter to be Lacies wedded wifeThan concubine unto the Prince of Wales.Edward.Injurious Lacie, did I love thee moreThan Alexander his Hephestion?25Did I unfould the passion[s][1391]of my love,And locke them in the closset of thy thoughts?Wert thou to Edward second to himselfe,Sole friend, and partner of his secreat loves?And could a glaunce of fading bewtie breake30Th' inchained fetters of such privat freinds?Base coward, false, and too effeminateTo be corivall with a prince in thoughts!From Oxford have I posted since I dinde,To quite a traitor fore that Edward sleepe.35Margret.Twas I, my lord, not Lacie stept awry:For oft he sued and courted for your selfe,And still woode for the courtier all in greene;But I, whome fancy made but over fond,Pleaded myselfe with looks as if I lovd;40I fed myne eye with gazing on his face,And still bewitcht lovd Lacie with my looks;My hart with sighes, myne eyes pleaded with tears,My face held pittie and content at once,And more I could not sipher out by signes,45But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart.Then, worthy Edward, measure with thy mindeIf womens favours will not force men fall,If bewty, and if darts of persing love,Are not of force to bury thoughts of friendes.50Edward.I tell thee, Peggie, I will have thy loves:Edward or none shall conquer Marg[a]ret.In frigats bottomd with rich Sethin[1392]planks,Topt with the loftie firs of Libanon,Stemd and incast with burnisht Ivorie,55And overlaid with plates of Persian wealth,Like Thetis shall thou wanton on the waves,And draw the dolphins[1393]to thy lovely eyes,To daunce lavoltas[1394]in the purple[1393]streames;Sirens, with harpes and silver psalteries,60Shall waight with musicke at thy frigots stem,And entertaine fair Margret with their laies.[1395]England and Englands wealth shall wait on thee;Brittaine shall bend unto her princes love,And doe due homage to thine excellence,65If thou wilt be but Edwards Marg[a]ret.Margret.Pardon, my lord: if Joves great roialtieSent me such presents as to Danaë;If Phœbus [']ti[r]ed[1396]in Latonas webs,Come[1397]courting from the beautie of his lodge;70The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie—Not[1398]all the wealth heavens treasurie affoords,—Should make me leave Lord Lacie or his love.Edw.I have learnd at Oxford, then, this point of schooles,—Ablata[1399]causa, tollitur effectus:75Lacie[1400]—the cause that Margret cannot loveNor fix her liking on the English prince,—Take him away, and then the effects will faile.Villaine, prepare thy selfe; for I will batheMy poinard in the bosome of an earle.80Lacie.Rather then[1401]live and misse faire Margret's love!—Prince Edward, stop not at the fatall doome,But stabb it home: end both my loves and life.Marg.Brave Prince of Wales, honoured for royall deeds,Twere sinne to staine fair Venus courts with blood;85Loves conquests ends, my lord, in courtesie:Spare Lacie, gentle Edward; let me die,For so both you and he doe cease your loves.Edward.Lacie shall die as traitor to his lord.Lacie.I have deserved it, Edward; act it well.90Margret.What hopes the prince to gaine by Lacies death?Edward.To end the loves twixt him and Margeret.Marg.Why, thinks King Henries sonne that Margret's loveHangs in the uncertaine ballance of proud time?That death shall make a discord of our thoughts?95No, stab the earle, and fore the morning sunShall vaunt him thrice over the loftie east,Margret will meet her Lacie in the heavens.Lacie.If ought betides to lovely Marg[a]retThat wrongs or wrings her honour from content,100Europes rich wealth nor Englands monarchieShould not allure Lacie to overlive:Then, Edward, short my life, and end her[1402]loves.Margret.Rid me, and keepe a friend worth many loves.Lacie.Nay, Edward, keepe a love worth many friends.105Margret.And if thy mind be such as fame hath blazde,Then, princely Edward, let us both abideThe fatall resolution of thy rage:Banish thou fancie, and imbrace revenge,And in one toombe knit both our carkases,110Whose hearts were linked in one perfect love.Edward[aside.] Edward, art thou that famous Prince of Wales,Who at Damasco beat the Sarasens,And broughtst home triumphe on thy launces point?And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe?115Is it princely to dissever lovers leagues,[1403]To part such friends as glorie in their loves?Leave, Ned, and make a vertue of this fault,And further Peg and Lacie in their loves:So in subduing fancies passion,120Conquering thy selfe thou getst the richest spoile.—Lacie, rise up. Faire Peggie, heeres my hand:The Prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts,And all his loves he yeelds unto the earle.Lacie, enjoy the maid of Fresingfield;125Make her thy Lincolne countesse at the church,And Ned, as he is true Plantagenet,Will give her to thee franckly for thy wife.[1404]Lacie.Humbly I take her of my soveraigne,As if that Edward gave me Englands right,130And richt me with the Albion diadem.Margret.And doth the English prince[1405]mean true?Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loves,And yeeld the title of a countrie maidUnto Lord Lacie?135Edward.I will, faire Peggie, as I am true lord.Marg.Then, lordly sir, whose conquest is as great,In conquering love, as Cæsars victories,Margret, as milde and humble in her thoughtsAs was Aspatia[1406]unto Cirus selfe,140Yeelds thanks, and, next Lord Lacie, doth inshrineEdward the second secret in her heart.Edw.Gramercie, Peggie.—now that vowes are past,And that your loves are not to[1407]be revolt,[1408]Once, Lacie, friendes againe. Come, we will post145To Oxford; for this day the king is there,And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor.Peggie, I must go see and view my wife:I pray God I like her as I loved thee.[1409]Beside, Lord Lincolne, we shall heare dispute150Twixt Frier Bacon and learned Vandermast.Peggie, weele leave you for a weeke or two.Margret.As it please Lord Lacie: but loves foolish looksThinke footsteps miles and minutes to be houres.Lacie.Ile hasten, Peggie, to make short returne.—155But please your honour goe unto the lodge,We shall have butter, cheese, and venison;And yesterday I brought for Marg[a]retA lustie bottle of neat clarret wine:Thus can we feast and entertaine your grace.160Edward.Tis cheere, Lord Lacie, for an emperour,If he respect the person and the place.Come, let us in; for I will all this nightRide post untill I come to Bacons cell.Exeunt.

Edward.Lacie, thou canst not shroud thy traitrous thoughts,

Nor cover, as did Cassius, all his[1390]wiles;

For Edward hath an eye that lookes as farre

As Lyncœus from the shores of Grecia.

Did not I sit in Oxford by the frier,5

And see thee court the mayd of Fresingfield,

Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kisse?

Did not prowd Bungay draw his portasse foorth,

And joyning hand in hand had married you,

If Frier Bacon had not strook him dumbe,10

And mounted him upon a spirits backe

That we might chat at Oxford with the frier?

Traitor, what answerst? is not all this true?

Lacy.Truth all, my lord; and thus I make replie:At Harlstone faire, there courting for your grace,15When as mine eye survaid her curious shape,And drewe the beautious glory of her looksTo dive into the center of my heart,Love taught me that your honour did but jest,That princes were in fancie but as men;20How that the lovely maid of FresingfieldWas fitter to be Lacies wedded wifeThan concubine unto the Prince of Wales.

Lacy.Truth all, my lord; and thus I make replie:

At Harlstone faire, there courting for your grace,15

When as mine eye survaid her curious shape,

And drewe the beautious glory of her looks

To dive into the center of my heart,

Love taught me that your honour did but jest,

That princes were in fancie but as men;20

How that the lovely maid of Fresingfield

Was fitter to be Lacies wedded wife

Than concubine unto the Prince of Wales.

Edward.Injurious Lacie, did I love thee moreThan Alexander his Hephestion?25Did I unfould the passion[s][1391]of my love,And locke them in the closset of thy thoughts?Wert thou to Edward second to himselfe,Sole friend, and partner of his secreat loves?And could a glaunce of fading bewtie breake30Th' inchained fetters of such privat freinds?Base coward, false, and too effeminateTo be corivall with a prince in thoughts!From Oxford have I posted since I dinde,To quite a traitor fore that Edward sleepe.35

Edward.Injurious Lacie, did I love thee more

Than Alexander his Hephestion?25

Did I unfould the passion[s][1391]of my love,

And locke them in the closset of thy thoughts?

Wert thou to Edward second to himselfe,

Sole friend, and partner of his secreat loves?

And could a glaunce of fading bewtie breake30

Th' inchained fetters of such privat freinds?

Base coward, false, and too effeminate

To be corivall with a prince in thoughts!

From Oxford have I posted since I dinde,

To quite a traitor fore that Edward sleepe.35

Margret.Twas I, my lord, not Lacie stept awry:For oft he sued and courted for your selfe,And still woode for the courtier all in greene;But I, whome fancy made but over fond,Pleaded myselfe with looks as if I lovd;40I fed myne eye with gazing on his face,And still bewitcht lovd Lacie with my looks;My hart with sighes, myne eyes pleaded with tears,My face held pittie and content at once,And more I could not sipher out by signes,45But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart.Then, worthy Edward, measure with thy mindeIf womens favours will not force men fall,If bewty, and if darts of persing love,Are not of force to bury thoughts of friendes.50

Margret.Twas I, my lord, not Lacie stept awry:

For oft he sued and courted for your selfe,

And still woode for the courtier all in greene;

But I, whome fancy made but over fond,

Pleaded myselfe with looks as if I lovd;40

I fed myne eye with gazing on his face,

And still bewitcht lovd Lacie with my looks;

My hart with sighes, myne eyes pleaded with tears,

My face held pittie and content at once,

And more I could not sipher out by signes,45

But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart.

Then, worthy Edward, measure with thy minde

If womens favours will not force men fall,

If bewty, and if darts of persing love,

Are not of force to bury thoughts of friendes.50

Edward.I tell thee, Peggie, I will have thy loves:Edward or none shall conquer Marg[a]ret.In frigats bottomd with rich Sethin[1392]planks,Topt with the loftie firs of Libanon,Stemd and incast with burnisht Ivorie,55And overlaid with plates of Persian wealth,Like Thetis shall thou wanton on the waves,And draw the dolphins[1393]to thy lovely eyes,To daunce lavoltas[1394]in the purple[1393]streames;Sirens, with harpes and silver psalteries,60Shall waight with musicke at thy frigots stem,And entertaine fair Margret with their laies.[1395]England and Englands wealth shall wait on thee;Brittaine shall bend unto her princes love,And doe due homage to thine excellence,65If thou wilt be but Edwards Marg[a]ret.

Edward.I tell thee, Peggie, I will have thy loves:

Edward or none shall conquer Marg[a]ret.

In frigats bottomd with rich Sethin[1392]planks,

Topt with the loftie firs of Libanon,

Stemd and incast with burnisht Ivorie,55

And overlaid with plates of Persian wealth,

Like Thetis shall thou wanton on the waves,

And draw the dolphins[1393]to thy lovely eyes,

To daunce lavoltas[1394]in the purple[1393]streames;

Sirens, with harpes and silver psalteries,60

Shall waight with musicke at thy frigots stem,

And entertaine fair Margret with their laies.[1395]

England and Englands wealth shall wait on thee;

Brittaine shall bend unto her princes love,

And doe due homage to thine excellence,65

If thou wilt be but Edwards Marg[a]ret.

Margret.Pardon, my lord: if Joves great roialtieSent me such presents as to Danaë;If Phœbus [']ti[r]ed[1396]in Latonas webs,Come[1397]courting from the beautie of his lodge;70The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie—Not[1398]all the wealth heavens treasurie affoords,—Should make me leave Lord Lacie or his love.

Margret.Pardon, my lord: if Joves great roialtie

Sent me such presents as to Danaë;

If Phœbus [']ti[r]ed[1396]in Latonas webs,

Come[1397]courting from the beautie of his lodge;70

The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie—

Not[1398]all the wealth heavens treasurie affoords,—

Should make me leave Lord Lacie or his love.

Edw.I have learnd at Oxford, then, this point of schooles,—Ablata[1399]causa, tollitur effectus:75Lacie[1400]—the cause that Margret cannot loveNor fix her liking on the English prince,—Take him away, and then the effects will faile.Villaine, prepare thy selfe; for I will batheMy poinard in the bosome of an earle.80

Edw.I have learnd at Oxford, then, this point of schooles,—

Ablata[1399]causa, tollitur effectus:75

Lacie[1400]—the cause that Margret cannot love

Nor fix her liking on the English prince,—

Take him away, and then the effects will faile.

Villaine, prepare thy selfe; for I will bathe

My poinard in the bosome of an earle.80

Lacie.Rather then[1401]live and misse faire Margret's love!—Prince Edward, stop not at the fatall doome,But stabb it home: end both my loves and life.

Lacie.Rather then[1401]live and misse faire Margret's love!—

Prince Edward, stop not at the fatall doome,

But stabb it home: end both my loves and life.

Marg.Brave Prince of Wales, honoured for royall deeds,Twere sinne to staine fair Venus courts with blood;85Loves conquests ends, my lord, in courtesie:Spare Lacie, gentle Edward; let me die,For so both you and he doe cease your loves.

Marg.Brave Prince of Wales, honoured for royall deeds,

Twere sinne to staine fair Venus courts with blood;85

Loves conquests ends, my lord, in courtesie:

Spare Lacie, gentle Edward; let me die,

For so both you and he doe cease your loves.

Edward.Lacie shall die as traitor to his lord.

Lacie.I have deserved it, Edward; act it well.90

Margret.What hopes the prince to gaine by Lacies death?

Edward.To end the loves twixt him and Margeret.

Marg.Why, thinks King Henries sonne that Margret's loveHangs in the uncertaine ballance of proud time?That death shall make a discord of our thoughts?95No, stab the earle, and fore the morning sunShall vaunt him thrice over the loftie east,Margret will meet her Lacie in the heavens.

Marg.Why, thinks King Henries sonne that Margret's love

Hangs in the uncertaine ballance of proud time?

That death shall make a discord of our thoughts?95

No, stab the earle, and fore the morning sun

Shall vaunt him thrice over the loftie east,

Margret will meet her Lacie in the heavens.

Lacie.If ought betides to lovely Marg[a]retThat wrongs or wrings her honour from content,100Europes rich wealth nor Englands monarchieShould not allure Lacie to overlive:Then, Edward, short my life, and end her[1402]loves.

Lacie.If ought betides to lovely Marg[a]ret

That wrongs or wrings her honour from content,100

Europes rich wealth nor Englands monarchie

Should not allure Lacie to overlive:

Then, Edward, short my life, and end her[1402]loves.

Margret.Rid me, and keepe a friend worth many loves.

Lacie.Nay, Edward, keepe a love worth many friends.105

Margret.And if thy mind be such as fame hath blazde,Then, princely Edward, let us both abideThe fatall resolution of thy rage:Banish thou fancie, and imbrace revenge,And in one toombe knit both our carkases,110Whose hearts were linked in one perfect love.

Margret.And if thy mind be such as fame hath blazde,

Then, princely Edward, let us both abide

The fatall resolution of thy rage:

Banish thou fancie, and imbrace revenge,

And in one toombe knit both our carkases,110

Whose hearts were linked in one perfect love.

Edward[aside.] Edward, art thou that famous Prince of Wales,Who at Damasco beat the Sarasens,And broughtst home triumphe on thy launces point?And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe?115Is it princely to dissever lovers leagues,[1403]To part such friends as glorie in their loves?Leave, Ned, and make a vertue of this fault,And further Peg and Lacie in their loves:So in subduing fancies passion,120Conquering thy selfe thou getst the richest spoile.—Lacie, rise up. Faire Peggie, heeres my hand:The Prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts,And all his loves he yeelds unto the earle.Lacie, enjoy the maid of Fresingfield;125Make her thy Lincolne countesse at the church,And Ned, as he is true Plantagenet,Will give her to thee franckly for thy wife.[1404]

Edward[aside.] Edward, art thou that famous Prince of Wales,

Who at Damasco beat the Sarasens,

And broughtst home triumphe on thy launces point?

And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe?115

Is it princely to dissever lovers leagues,[1403]

To part such friends as glorie in their loves?

Leave, Ned, and make a vertue of this fault,

And further Peg and Lacie in their loves:

So in subduing fancies passion,120

Conquering thy selfe thou getst the richest spoile.—

Lacie, rise up. Faire Peggie, heeres my hand:

The Prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts,

And all his loves he yeelds unto the earle.

Lacie, enjoy the maid of Fresingfield;125

Make her thy Lincolne countesse at the church,

And Ned, as he is true Plantagenet,

Will give her to thee franckly for thy wife.[1404]

Lacie.Humbly I take her of my soveraigne,As if that Edward gave me Englands right,130And richt me with the Albion diadem.

Lacie.Humbly I take her of my soveraigne,

As if that Edward gave me Englands right,130

And richt me with the Albion diadem.

Margret.And doth the English prince[1405]mean true?Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loves,And yeeld the title of a countrie maidUnto Lord Lacie?135

Margret.And doth the English prince[1405]mean true?

Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loves,

And yeeld the title of a countrie maid

Unto Lord Lacie?135

Edward.I will, faire Peggie, as I am true lord.

Marg.Then, lordly sir, whose conquest is as great,In conquering love, as Cæsars victories,Margret, as milde and humble in her thoughtsAs was Aspatia[1406]unto Cirus selfe,140Yeelds thanks, and, next Lord Lacie, doth inshrineEdward the second secret in her heart.

Marg.Then, lordly sir, whose conquest is as great,

In conquering love, as Cæsars victories,

Margret, as milde and humble in her thoughts

As was Aspatia[1406]unto Cirus selfe,140

Yeelds thanks, and, next Lord Lacie, doth inshrine

Edward the second secret in her heart.

Edw.Gramercie, Peggie.—now that vowes are past,And that your loves are not to[1407]be revolt,[1408]Once, Lacie, friendes againe. Come, we will post145To Oxford; for this day the king is there,And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor.Peggie, I must go see and view my wife:I pray God I like her as I loved thee.[1409]Beside, Lord Lincolne, we shall heare dispute150Twixt Frier Bacon and learned Vandermast.Peggie, weele leave you for a weeke or two.

Edw.Gramercie, Peggie.—now that vowes are past,

And that your loves are not to[1407]be revolt,[1408]

Once, Lacie, friendes againe. Come, we will post145

To Oxford; for this day the king is there,

And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor.

Peggie, I must go see and view my wife:

I pray God I like her as I loved thee.[1409]

Beside, Lord Lincolne, we shall heare dispute150

Twixt Frier Bacon and learned Vandermast.

Peggie, weele leave you for a weeke or two.

Margret.As it please Lord Lacie: but loves foolish looksThinke footsteps miles and minutes to be houres.

Margret.As it please Lord Lacie: but loves foolish looks

Thinke footsteps miles and minutes to be houres.

Lacie.Ile hasten, Peggie, to make short returne.—155But please your honour goe unto the lodge,We shall have butter, cheese, and venison;And yesterday I brought for Marg[a]retA lustie bottle of neat clarret wine:Thus can we feast and entertaine your grace.160

Lacie.Ile hasten, Peggie, to make short returne.—155

But please your honour goe unto the lodge,

We shall have butter, cheese, and venison;

And yesterday I brought for Marg[a]ret

A lustie bottle of neat clarret wine:

Thus can we feast and entertaine your grace.160

Edward.Tis cheere, Lord Lacie, for an emperour,If he respect the person and the place.Come, let us in; for I will all this nightRide post untill I come to Bacons cell.Exeunt.

Edward.Tis cheere, Lord Lacie, for an emperour,

If he respect the person and the place.

Come, let us in; for I will all this night

Ride post untill I come to Bacons cell.

Exeunt.

EnterHenrie,Emperour,Castile,Ellinor,Vandermast,Bungay.

Emperour.Trust me, Plantagenet, these Oxford schoolesAre richly seated neere the river side:The mountaines[1410]full of fat and fallow deere,The batling[1411]pastures laid[1412]with kine and flocks,The towne gorgeous with high built colledges,5And schollers seemely in their grave attire,Learned in searching principles of art.—What is thy judgement, Jaquis Vandermast?Vandermast.That lordly are the buildings of the towne,Spatious the romes, and full of pleasant walkes;10But for the doctors, how that they be learned,It may be meanly, for ought I can heere.Bungay.I tell thee, Germane, Haspurge holds none such,None red so deepe as Oxenford containes:There are within our accademicke state15Men that may lecture it in GermanieTo all the doctors of your Belgicke schools.Henrie.Stand to him, Bungay, charme this Vandermast,And I will use thee as a royall king.Vandermast.Wherein darest thou dispute with me?20Bungay.In what a doctor and a friar can.Vandermast.Before rich Europes worthies put thou forthThe doubtfull question unto Vandermast.

Emperour.Trust me, Plantagenet, these Oxford schooles

Are richly seated neere the river side:

The mountaines[1410]full of fat and fallow deere,

The batling[1411]pastures laid[1412]with kine and flocks,

The towne gorgeous with high built colledges,5

And schollers seemely in their grave attire,

Learned in searching principles of art.—

What is thy judgement, Jaquis Vandermast?

Vandermast.That lordly are the buildings of the towne,Spatious the romes, and full of pleasant walkes;10But for the doctors, how that they be learned,It may be meanly, for ought I can heere.

Vandermast.That lordly are the buildings of the towne,

Spatious the romes, and full of pleasant walkes;10

But for the doctors, how that they be learned,

It may be meanly, for ought I can heere.

Bungay.I tell thee, Germane, Haspurge holds none such,None red so deepe as Oxenford containes:There are within our accademicke state15Men that may lecture it in GermanieTo all the doctors of your Belgicke schools.

Bungay.I tell thee, Germane, Haspurge holds none such,

None red so deepe as Oxenford containes:

There are within our accademicke state15

Men that may lecture it in Germanie

To all the doctors of your Belgicke schools.

Henrie.Stand to him, Bungay, charme this Vandermast,And I will use thee as a royall king.

Henrie.Stand to him, Bungay, charme this Vandermast,

And I will use thee as a royall king.

Vandermast.Wherein darest thou dispute with me?20

Bungay.In what a doctor and a friar can.

Vandermast.Before rich Europes worthies put thou forthThe doubtfull question unto Vandermast.

Vandermast.Before rich Europes worthies put thou forth

The doubtfull question unto Vandermast.

Bungay.Let it be this,—Whether the spirites of piromancie or geomancie be most predominant in magick?25

Vander.I say, of piromancie.

Bungay.And I, of geomancie.

Vander.The cabbalists that wright of magick spels,As Hermes,[1413]Melchie,[1414]and Pithagoras,Affirme that, mongst the quadruplicitie30Of elementall essence,terrais but thoughtTo be apunctumsquarèd to[1415]the rest;And that the compasse of ascending elimentsExceed in bignesse as they doe in height;Judging the concave circle of the sonne35To hold the rest in his circomference.If, then, as Hermes saies, the fire be greatst,Purest, and onely giveth shape to spiritesThen must these demones that haunt that placeBe every way superiour to the rest.40Bungay.I reason not of elementall shapes,Nor tell I of the concave lattitudes,Noting their essence nor their qualitie,But of the spirites that piromancie calles,And of the vigour of the geomanticke fiends.45I tell thee, Germane, magicke haunts the grounds,[1416]And those strange necromantick spelsThat worke such shewes and wondering in the worldAre acted by those geomanticke spiritesThat Hermes callethterræ filii.50The fierie spirits are but transparant shades,That lightly passe as heralts to beare newes;But earthly fiends, closd in the lowest deepe,Dissever mountaines, if they be but chargd,Being more grose and massie in their power.55Vander.Rather these earthly geomantike spiritsAre dull and like the place where they remaine;For when proud Lucipher fell from the heavens,The spirites and angels that did sin with him,Retaind their locall essence as their faults,60All subject underLunascontinent:They which offended lesse hang[1417]in the fire,And second faults did rest within the aire;But Lucifer and his proud hearted fiendsWere throwne into the center of the earth,65Having lesse understanding than the rest,As having greater sinne and lesser grace.Therfore such grosse and earthly spirits doe serveFor juglers, witches, and vild[1418]sorcerers;Whereas the piromantike genii[1419]70Are mightie, swift, and of farre reaching power.But graunt that geomancie hath most force;Bungay, to please these mightie potentates,Proove by some instance what thy art can doe.Bungay.I will.75Emper.Now, English Harry, here begins the game;We shall see sport betweene these learned men.Vandermast.What wilt thou doe?Bung.Shew thee the tree, leavd with refined gold,Wheron the fearfull dragon held his seate,80That watcht the garden cald Hesperides[1420]Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules.Vandermast.Well done![1421]

Vander.The cabbalists that wright of magick spels,

As Hermes,[1413]Melchie,[1414]and Pithagoras,

Affirme that, mongst the quadruplicitie30

Of elementall essence,terrais but thought

To be apunctumsquarèd to[1415]the rest;

And that the compasse of ascending eliments

Exceed in bignesse as they doe in height;

Judging the concave circle of the sonne35

To hold the rest in his circomference.

If, then, as Hermes saies, the fire be greatst,

Purest, and onely giveth shape to spirites

Then must these demones that haunt that place

Be every way superiour to the rest.40

Bungay.I reason not of elementall shapes,Nor tell I of the concave lattitudes,Noting their essence nor their qualitie,But of the spirites that piromancie calles,And of the vigour of the geomanticke fiends.45I tell thee, Germane, magicke haunts the grounds,[1416]And those strange necromantick spelsThat worke such shewes and wondering in the worldAre acted by those geomanticke spiritesThat Hermes callethterræ filii.50The fierie spirits are but transparant shades,That lightly passe as heralts to beare newes;But earthly fiends, closd in the lowest deepe,Dissever mountaines, if they be but chargd,Being more grose and massie in their power.55

Bungay.I reason not of elementall shapes,

Nor tell I of the concave lattitudes,

Noting their essence nor their qualitie,

But of the spirites that piromancie calles,

And of the vigour of the geomanticke fiends.45

I tell thee, Germane, magicke haunts the grounds,[1416]

And those strange necromantick spels

That worke such shewes and wondering in the world

Are acted by those geomanticke spirites

That Hermes callethterræ filii.50

The fierie spirits are but transparant shades,

That lightly passe as heralts to beare newes;

But earthly fiends, closd in the lowest deepe,

Dissever mountaines, if they be but chargd,

Being more grose and massie in their power.55

Vander.Rather these earthly geomantike spiritsAre dull and like the place where they remaine;For when proud Lucipher fell from the heavens,The spirites and angels that did sin with him,Retaind their locall essence as their faults,60All subject underLunascontinent:They which offended lesse hang[1417]in the fire,And second faults did rest within the aire;But Lucifer and his proud hearted fiendsWere throwne into the center of the earth,65Having lesse understanding than the rest,As having greater sinne and lesser grace.Therfore such grosse and earthly spirits doe serveFor juglers, witches, and vild[1418]sorcerers;Whereas the piromantike genii[1419]70Are mightie, swift, and of farre reaching power.But graunt that geomancie hath most force;Bungay, to please these mightie potentates,Proove by some instance what thy art can doe.

Vander.Rather these earthly geomantike spirits

Are dull and like the place where they remaine;

For when proud Lucipher fell from the heavens,

The spirites and angels that did sin with him,

Retaind their locall essence as their faults,60

All subject underLunascontinent:

They which offended lesse hang[1417]in the fire,

And second faults did rest within the aire;

But Lucifer and his proud hearted fiends

Were throwne into the center of the earth,65

Having lesse understanding than the rest,

As having greater sinne and lesser grace.

Therfore such grosse and earthly spirits doe serve

For juglers, witches, and vild[1418]sorcerers;

Whereas the piromantike genii[1419]70

Are mightie, swift, and of farre reaching power.

But graunt that geomancie hath most force;

Bungay, to please these mightie potentates,

Proove by some instance what thy art can doe.

Bungay.I will.75

Emper.Now, English Harry, here begins the game;We shall see sport betweene these learned men.

Emper.Now, English Harry, here begins the game;

We shall see sport betweene these learned men.

Vandermast.What wilt thou doe?

Bung.Shew thee the tree, leavd with refined gold,Wheron the fearfull dragon held his seate,80That watcht the garden cald Hesperides[1420]Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules.

Bung.Shew thee the tree, leavd with refined gold,

Wheron the fearfull dragon held his seate,80

That watcht the garden cald Hesperides[1420]

Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules.

Vandermast.Well done![1421]

HereBungayconjures, and the Tree appeares with the Dragon shooting fire.

Henrie.What say you, royall lordings,[1422]to my frier?Hath he not done a point of cunning skill?85Vander.Ech scholler in the nicromantike spelsCan doe as much as Bungay hath performd:But as Alcmenas basterd ras'd[1423]this tree,So will I raise him up as when he lived,And cause him pull the dragon from his seate,90And teare the branches peecemeale from the roote.—Hercules!Prodi,[1424]prodi, Hercules!

Henrie.What say you, royall lordings,[1422]to my frier?Hath he not done a point of cunning skill?85

Henrie.What say you, royall lordings,[1422]to my frier?

Hath he not done a point of cunning skill?85

Vander.Ech scholler in the nicromantike spelsCan doe as much as Bungay hath performd:But as Alcmenas basterd ras'd[1423]this tree,So will I raise him up as when he lived,And cause him pull the dragon from his seate,90And teare the branches peecemeale from the roote.—Hercules!Prodi,[1424]prodi, Hercules!

Vander.Ech scholler in the nicromantike spels

Can doe as much as Bungay hath performd:

But as Alcmenas basterd ras'd[1423]this tree,

So will I raise him up as when he lived,

And cause him pull the dragon from his seate,90

And teare the branches peecemeale from the roote.—

Hercules!Prodi,[1424]prodi, Hercules!

Herculesappeares in his Lions skin.

Hercules.Quis me vult?Vandermast.Joves bastard sonne, thou Libian Hercules,Pull off the sprigs from off[1425]the Hesperian tree,95As once thou didst to win the golden fruit.Hercules.Fiat.

Hercules.Quis me vult?

Vandermast.Joves bastard sonne, thou Libian Hercules,Pull off the sprigs from off[1425]the Hesperian tree,95As once thou didst to win the golden fruit.

Vandermast.Joves bastard sonne, thou Libian Hercules,

Pull off the sprigs from off[1425]the Hesperian tree,95

As once thou didst to win the golden fruit.

Hercules.Fiat.

Heere he begins to breake the branches.

Vander.Now, Bungay, if thou canst by magicke charmeThe fiend, appearing like great Hercules,From pulling downe the branches of the tree,100Then art thou worthy[1426]to be counted learned.Bungay.I cannot.Vander.Cease, Hercules, untill I give thee charge.—Mightie commander of this English Ile,Henrie, come from the stout Plantagenets,105Bungay is learned enough to be a frier;But to compare with Jaquis Vandermast,Oxford and Cambridge must go seeke their cellesTo find a man to match him in his art.I have givennon-plusto the Paduans,110To them of Sien,[1427]Florence, and Bologna,[1428]Reimes,[1429]Louain, and faire Rotherdam,Franckford, Lutrech,[1430]and Orleance:And now must Henrie, if he do me right,Crowne me with laurell, as they all have done.115

Vander.Now, Bungay, if thou canst by magicke charmeThe fiend, appearing like great Hercules,From pulling downe the branches of the tree,100Then art thou worthy[1426]to be counted learned.

Vander.Now, Bungay, if thou canst by magicke charme

The fiend, appearing like great Hercules,

From pulling downe the branches of the tree,100

Then art thou worthy[1426]to be counted learned.

Bungay.I cannot.

Vander.Cease, Hercules, untill I give thee charge.—Mightie commander of this English Ile,Henrie, come from the stout Plantagenets,105Bungay is learned enough to be a frier;But to compare with Jaquis Vandermast,Oxford and Cambridge must go seeke their cellesTo find a man to match him in his art.I have givennon-plusto the Paduans,110To them of Sien,[1427]Florence, and Bologna,[1428]Reimes,[1429]Louain, and faire Rotherdam,Franckford, Lutrech,[1430]and Orleance:And now must Henrie, if he do me right,Crowne me with laurell, as they all have done.115

Vander.Cease, Hercules, untill I give thee charge.—

Mightie commander of this English Ile,

Henrie, come from the stout Plantagenets,105

Bungay is learned enough to be a frier;

But to compare with Jaquis Vandermast,

Oxford and Cambridge must go seeke their celles

To find a man to match him in his art.

I have givennon-plusto the Paduans,110

To them of Sien,[1427]Florence, and Bologna,[1428]

Reimes,[1429]Louain, and faire Rotherdam,

Franckford, Lutrech,[1430]and Orleance:

And now must Henrie, if he do me right,

Crowne me with laurell, as they all have done.115

EnterBacon.

Bacon.All haile to this roiall companie,[1431]That sit to heare and see this strange dispute!—Bungay, how standst thou as a man amazd?What, hath the Germane acted more than thou?Vandermast.What art thou that questions thus?[1431]120Bacon.Men call me Bacon.Vander.Lordly thou lookest, as if that thou wert learnd;Thy countenance as if science held her seateBetweene the circled arches of thy browes.Henrie.Now, Monarcks, hath the Germain found his match.Emperour.Bestirre thee, Jaquis, take not now the foile,[1432]126Least thou doest loose what foretime thou didst gaine.Vandermast.Bacon, wilt thou dispute?Bacon.Noe,[1431]unlesse he were more learnd than Vandermast:For yet, tell me, what hast thou done?130Vandermast.Raisd Hercules to ruinate that treeThat Bongay mounted by his magicke spels.Bacon.Set Hercules to worke.Vander.Now, Hercules, I charge thee to thy taske;Pull off the golden branches from the roote.135Hercules.I dare not. Seest thou not great Bacon heere,Whose frowne doth act more than thy magicke can?Vandermast.By all the thrones, and dominations,Vertues, powers, and mightie hierarchies,[1433]I charge thee to obey to Vandermast.140Hercules.Bacon, that bridles headstrong Belcephon,And rules Asmenoth, guider of the north,Bindes me from yeelding unto Vandermast.Hen.How now, Vandermast! have you met with your match?Vandermast.Never before wast knowne to Vandermast145That men held devils in such obedient awe.Bacon doth more than art, or els I faile.Emperour.Why, Vandermast, art thou overcome?—Bacon, dispute with him, and trie his skill.Bacon.I come[1434]not, Monarckes, for to hold dispute150With such a novice as is Vandermast;I came[1435]to have your royalties to dineWith Frier Bacon heere in Brazennose;And, for this Germane troubles but the place,And holds this audience with a long suspence,155Ile send him to his accademie hence.—Thou, Hercules, whom Vandermast did raise,Transport the Germane unto Haspurge straight,That he may learne by travaile, gainst the spring,[1436]More secret doomes and aphorisms of art.160Vanish the tree, and thou away with him!

Bacon.All haile to this roiall companie,[1431]That sit to heare and see this strange dispute!—Bungay, how standst thou as a man amazd?What, hath the Germane acted more than thou?

Bacon.All haile to this roiall companie,[1431]

That sit to heare and see this strange dispute!—

Bungay, how standst thou as a man amazd?

What, hath the Germane acted more than thou?

Vandermast.What art thou that questions thus?[1431]120

Bacon.Men call me Bacon.

Vander.Lordly thou lookest, as if that thou wert learnd;Thy countenance as if science held her seateBetweene the circled arches of thy browes.

Vander.Lordly thou lookest, as if that thou wert learnd;

Thy countenance as if science held her seate

Betweene the circled arches of thy browes.

Henrie.Now, Monarcks, hath the Germain found his match.

Emperour.Bestirre thee, Jaquis, take not now the foile,[1432]126Least thou doest loose what foretime thou didst gaine.

Emperour.Bestirre thee, Jaquis, take not now the foile,[1432]126

Least thou doest loose what foretime thou didst gaine.

Vandermast.Bacon, wilt thou dispute?

Bacon.Noe,[1431]unlesse he were more learnd than Vandermast:For yet, tell me, what hast thou done?130

Bacon.Noe,[1431]unlesse he were more learnd than Vandermast:

For yet, tell me, what hast thou done?130

Vandermast.Raisd Hercules to ruinate that treeThat Bongay mounted by his magicke spels.

Vandermast.Raisd Hercules to ruinate that tree

That Bongay mounted by his magicke spels.

Bacon.Set Hercules to worke.

Vander.Now, Hercules, I charge thee to thy taske;Pull off the golden branches from the roote.135

Vander.Now, Hercules, I charge thee to thy taske;

Pull off the golden branches from the roote.135

Hercules.I dare not. Seest thou not great Bacon heere,Whose frowne doth act more than thy magicke can?

Hercules.I dare not. Seest thou not great Bacon heere,

Whose frowne doth act more than thy magicke can?

Vandermast.By all the thrones, and dominations,Vertues, powers, and mightie hierarchies,[1433]I charge thee to obey to Vandermast.140

Vandermast.By all the thrones, and dominations,

Vertues, powers, and mightie hierarchies,[1433]

I charge thee to obey to Vandermast.140

Hercules.Bacon, that bridles headstrong Belcephon,And rules Asmenoth, guider of the north,Bindes me from yeelding unto Vandermast.

Hercules.Bacon, that bridles headstrong Belcephon,

And rules Asmenoth, guider of the north,

Bindes me from yeelding unto Vandermast.

Hen.How now, Vandermast! have you met with your match?

Vandermast.Never before wast knowne to Vandermast145That men held devils in such obedient awe.Bacon doth more than art, or els I faile.

Vandermast.Never before wast knowne to Vandermast145

That men held devils in such obedient awe.

Bacon doth more than art, or els I faile.

Emperour.Why, Vandermast, art thou overcome?—Bacon, dispute with him, and trie his skill.

Emperour.Why, Vandermast, art thou overcome?—

Bacon, dispute with him, and trie his skill.

Bacon.I come[1434]not, Monarckes, for to hold dispute150With such a novice as is Vandermast;I came[1435]to have your royalties to dineWith Frier Bacon heere in Brazennose;And, for this Germane troubles but the place,And holds this audience with a long suspence,155Ile send him to his accademie hence.—Thou, Hercules, whom Vandermast did raise,Transport the Germane unto Haspurge straight,That he may learne by travaile, gainst the spring,[1436]More secret doomes and aphorisms of art.160Vanish the tree, and thou away with him!

Bacon.I come[1434]not, Monarckes, for to hold dispute150

With such a novice as is Vandermast;

I came[1435]to have your royalties to dine

With Frier Bacon heere in Brazennose;

And, for this Germane troubles but the place,

And holds this audience with a long suspence,155

Ile send him to his accademie hence.—

Thou, Hercules, whom Vandermast did raise,

Transport the Germane unto Haspurge straight,

That he may learne by travaile, gainst the spring,[1436]

More secret doomes and aphorisms of art.160

Vanish the tree, and thou away with him!

Exit the Spirit withVandermastand the Tree.

Emperour.Why, Bacon, whether doest thou send him?Bacon.To Haspurge: there your highnesse at returneShall finde the Germane in his studie safe.Henrie.Bacon, thou hast honoured England with thy skill,165And made faire Oxford famous by thine art:I will be English Henrie to thy selfe;—But tell me, shall we dine with thee to-day?Bacon.With me, my lord; and while I fit my cheere,See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you,170Gratious as[1437]the morning starre of heaven.[Exit.

Emperour.Why, Bacon, whether doest thou send him?

Bacon.To Haspurge: there your highnesse at returneShall finde the Germane in his studie safe.

Bacon.To Haspurge: there your highnesse at returne

Shall finde the Germane in his studie safe.

Henrie.Bacon, thou hast honoured England with thy skill,165And made faire Oxford famous by thine art:I will be English Henrie to thy selfe;—But tell me, shall we dine with thee to-day?

Henrie.Bacon, thou hast honoured England with thy skill,165

And made faire Oxford famous by thine art:

I will be English Henrie to thy selfe;—

But tell me, shall we dine with thee to-day?

Bacon.With me, my lord; and while I fit my cheere,See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you,170Gratious as[1437]the morning starre of heaven.[Exit.

Bacon.With me, my lord; and while I fit my cheere,

See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you,170

Gratious as[1437]the morning starre of heaven.

[Exit.

EnterEdward,Lacie,Warren,Ermsbie.

Emperour.Is this Prince Edward, Henries royall sonne?How martiall is the figure of his face!Yet lovely and beset with amorets.[1438]Henrie.Ned, where hast thou been?175Edward.At Framingham, my lord, to trie your buckesIf they could scape the[1439]teisers or the toile.But hearing of these lordly potentatesLanded, and prograst up to Oxford towne,I posted to give entertaine to them:180Chiefe to the Almaine monarke; next to him,And joynt with him, Castile and SaxonieAre welcome as they may be to the English court.Thus for the men: but see, Venus appeares,Or one that overmatcheth[1440]Venus in her shape!185Sweete Ellinor, beauties highswelling pride,Rich natures glorie and her wealth at once,Faire of all faires, welcome to Albion;Welcome to me, and welcome to thine owne,If that thou dainst the welcome from my selfe.190Ellinor.Martiall Plantagenet, Henries high minded sonne,The marke that Ellinor did count her aime,I likte thee fore I saw thee: now I love,And so as in so short a time I may;Yet so as time shall never breake that so,195And therefore so accept of Ellinor.Castile.Feare not, my lord, this couple will agree,If love may creepe into their wanton eyes:—And therefore, Edward, I accept thee heere,Without suspence, as my adopted sonne.200Henrie.Let me that joy in these consorting greets,And glorie in these honors done to Ned,Yeeld thankes for all these favours to my sonne,And rest a true Plantagenet to all.

Emperour.Is this Prince Edward, Henries royall sonne?How martiall is the figure of his face!Yet lovely and beset with amorets.[1438]

Emperour.Is this Prince Edward, Henries royall sonne?

How martiall is the figure of his face!

Yet lovely and beset with amorets.[1438]

Henrie.Ned, where hast thou been?175

Edward.At Framingham, my lord, to trie your buckesIf they could scape the[1439]teisers or the toile.But hearing of these lordly potentatesLanded, and prograst up to Oxford towne,I posted to give entertaine to them:180Chiefe to the Almaine monarke; next to him,And joynt with him, Castile and SaxonieAre welcome as they may be to the English court.Thus for the men: but see, Venus appeares,Or one that overmatcheth[1440]Venus in her shape!185Sweete Ellinor, beauties highswelling pride,Rich natures glorie and her wealth at once,Faire of all faires, welcome to Albion;Welcome to me, and welcome to thine owne,If that thou dainst the welcome from my selfe.190

Edward.At Framingham, my lord, to trie your buckes

If they could scape the[1439]teisers or the toile.

But hearing of these lordly potentates

Landed, and prograst up to Oxford towne,

I posted to give entertaine to them:180

Chiefe to the Almaine monarke; next to him,

And joynt with him, Castile and Saxonie

Are welcome as they may be to the English court.

Thus for the men: but see, Venus appeares,

Or one that overmatcheth[1440]Venus in her shape!185

Sweete Ellinor, beauties highswelling pride,

Rich natures glorie and her wealth at once,

Faire of all faires, welcome to Albion;

Welcome to me, and welcome to thine owne,

If that thou dainst the welcome from my selfe.190

Ellinor.Martiall Plantagenet, Henries high minded sonne,The marke that Ellinor did count her aime,I likte thee fore I saw thee: now I love,And so as in so short a time I may;Yet so as time shall never breake that so,195And therefore so accept of Ellinor.

Ellinor.Martiall Plantagenet, Henries high minded sonne,

The marke that Ellinor did count her aime,

I likte thee fore I saw thee: now I love,

And so as in so short a time I may;

Yet so as time shall never breake that so,195

And therefore so accept of Ellinor.

Castile.Feare not, my lord, this couple will agree,If love may creepe into their wanton eyes:—And therefore, Edward, I accept thee heere,Without suspence, as my adopted sonne.200

Castile.Feare not, my lord, this couple will agree,

If love may creepe into their wanton eyes:—

And therefore, Edward, I accept thee heere,

Without suspence, as my adopted sonne.200

Henrie.Let me that joy in these consorting greets,And glorie in these honors done to Ned,Yeeld thankes for all these favours to my sonne,And rest a true Plantagenet to all.

Henrie.Let me that joy in these consorting greets,

And glorie in these honors done to Ned,

Yeeld thankes for all these favours to my sonne,

And rest a true Plantagenet to all.

EnterMileswith a cloth and trenchers and salt.

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